Friday, October 31, 2008

Nine Years




Well the boy is officially 9.
We got a little tv for his room to share with his sister since the old one broke last winter. It has to count for his Christmas too.
When he woke up we had a new movie ready for him, and his momma pulled out fresh baked apple crisp with ice cream for breakfast in bed.
Him and his sis sacked out with the puppy for a lazy morning.
Nine years old and sprouting like a weed. Right now he's zooming a remote controlled airplane throughout the studio, charging it over and over, asking for more batteries, still in his jammies. By this 9-year-old's standards, it's shaping up to be a pretty darn good day. :)

I remember when he was first born and the doctors didn't know if he was going to survive. I remember when my eyes saw him for the very first time, and the sinking feeling in my heart when I realized he wasn't crying...because he wasn't breathing.
I remember the controlled flurry of panic in the room as tubes were being pushed down his throat. His life mattered, and a team of people fought to keep that little one alive.
Mostly I remember that while he was yet suffocating he looked at me, clutched my trembling finger in his hand and squeezed it with every last bit of might left in him.

He was telling me that he had a will to live, a desire to be born into this world, and he was fighting for that opportunity. With all my heart I'm grateful that he was granted that right to life. I'm thankful that he made the choice to fight, because the choice was his. Not mine, not the doctor's, not my wife's. It was his life and he made his stand.

Today he is a shining hope to me. He is a help to his mother, a teacher to his sister, a leader among his friends, and he is counted among the saints...he is one of the three greatest blessings in my life.

2 Comments:

Blogger Paula said...

Wow, 9? That is so awesome... Love birthdays! Happy Birthday Logan... (Hope your Mommas apple crisp wasn't burned :) )

11:49 AM  
Blogger Daniel C. Elliott said...

No ma'am. Not possible...see, I snuck in and ate most of the 'crisp' before it ever made it into the oven, so there was nothing left to burn. :)
Who can resist chewy brown sugar mixed with butter and oats? That should be a treat all on it's own. :)

3:48 PM  

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